The Golden Greenhouse
The feast in the Great Hall of Oakhaven is a cacophony of clattering silver and the wet, heavy sound of mastication, and you sit at the high table with your heart beating like a trapped bird against your ribs, each thud a painful, irregular reminder that the vessel is failing. You are Elias Thorne, Warden of the Citadel, fifty-two years old, and you look across the polished oak at your son,...
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